Under the Bashō

 

Haibun 

Written by: Florin Golban

Published: 13 April 2022

România

Sinking Syndrome

I was trying to guess the slabs of the platform. There were tufts of grass covered in mist on the edges. The station was barely out of the fog. Silhouettes ran back and forth.
Some for tickets, some for cigarettes and pretzels.
I felt like a stowaway among the commuters at seven in the morning. I got on the train, stomping down the aisle, and lit a cigarette, drawing on the steamy train window.

cloudy sky -
the cock crows
the same song